Slurp. There I am thoroughly enjoying my hot mug of tea when there’s a sudden knock at the door. A sharp rat-a-tat-tat. Ah, recognition. It’s Mildred, the neighbour from across the road. She’s one lady I like to call a sophisti-cat. Always well dressed, well spruced, but hardly well informed. The poor dear.
Kiss, kiss she mwahs and settles herself on the couch. Hugging the cushion with her well manicured nails, she purrs, ‘So, darling, what have you been up to?’
‘Nothing much,’ I mumble.
‘What do you mean by ‘nothing’? There’s so much to do. Go shopping, have a pedicure, splash out on an expensive perfume, yet better still, buy a bit of jewellery!’ she adds with a mischievous glint in her eyes.